and poured a glass of water.
“I told her to learn.”
Savannah blinked.
Then she smiled.
“She’ll hate that.”
“Most people hate good advice.”
August came too fast.
The night before move-in, Savannah slept at my condo because we were leaving early the next morning. Her bags were lined by the door. Frank the plant was buckled emotionally, if not legally, into continue reading …
